Girls Getting Off by Elizabeth Coldwell
Elizabeth Coldwell | Girls Getting Off | Enter a sensual, seductive world of lady love Sometimes, only another woman can give a girl the excitement she craves. In this collection of twenty se
Pity For Women by Helen Anderson
Helen Anderson | Pity For Women | Here is a book that makes The Hell of Loneliness and Dusty Answer look like Sunday School missals, that out Colettes-Colette. And that has little or n
Gay And Lesbian Students by Hilda F. Besner
Hilda F. Besner | Gay And Lesbian Students | In an average US secondary school 10% of the student population is homosexual, yet only a small number of American school districts have taken positiv
The Over Crowded Bed by Norman Jackson
Norman Jackson | The Over Crowded Bed | ‘Some Were Willing to Do Anything–Even Sleeping With the Judges–to Win the Beauty Pageant!’
Passion’s Legacy by Lori A. Paige
Lori A. Paige | Passion’s Legacy | A passionate love story, set in pre-Victorian England. Sarah Lindsay, in refusing the marriage her guardian uncle has arranged with a man she despises
Broken In Soft Places by Fiona Zedde
Fiona Zedde | Broken In Soft Places | Some mornings, Sara Chambers wakes in bed next to her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s lover wondering how she ended up there. Beautiful, successful, a
Journey to a Woman by Ann Bannon
Ann Bannon | Journey to a Woman | Would she throw away her entire life on the one wild chance that she might find the lost woman out of her past?
It began all over again with
The Wish by RJ Nolan
RJ Nolan | The Wish | Kim Donovan and Jess McKenna have never met. They are both successful doctors, but each longs to find that one person to share her life with. In a jad
All the Girls Together by Roger Reed
Roger Reed | All the Girls Together | When the Florida sun melted their marriage bonds, two young couples — and one extra woman — found themselves in a strange arrangement that the girls
Love Devours by Sarah Diemer
Sarah Diemer | Love Devours | We’re all afraid of monsters. They coil in our subconscious, slither along the edges of thought. Still we creep to the crackling fire to whisper their